Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

XXII | pretty

"God, please fuck me when we're older"

Loki smiled sweetly at me as I stepped onto the path around the glass cell.

I remained silent and stood opposite him, a few meters away, my hands clasped behind my back. Thor had assumed that my presence would be enough to weaken Loki, but apparently, it would not be that easy.

"You ought to use every minute you have left to say goodbye to your friends."

I straightened my back. "So your plan is to kill all of us?" "Not necessarily, but if you continue to stand in my way, you'll leave me no choice." "You have the choice to give up. That would save everyone involved a lot of time and nerves."

"Don't you know me well enough to know that my favourite hobby is to get on other people's nerves?" he asked with a grin as I walked towards the control panel that operated the cell. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed how his smile slowly disappeared and his expression changed to something that might almost be anxiety... maybe even fear.

I stifled a laugh. "Don't worry. I won't drop you. Not yet anyways. I just want to talk to you a little more privately." My gaze was directed at one of the cameras that projected a live image of the room onto the bridge. I would have liked to only seemingly turn it off, but the red flashing light was treacherous and I had to get Loki to trust me.

I raised a flat hand and nodded slightly. Five minutes. A code between SHIELD Agents for 'trust me', 'I have everything under control'. Because that's exactly what they had to do now as soon as I turned off the image and sound.

I grabbed one of the bracelets hanging on the side of the desk and transferred the door control to it so I wasn't locked in with the sociopath. It was bad enough being in a room with him, so I wanted to at least have control over when I was able to come and go.

The cameras stopped filming with a single press of a button.

I tried to focus on my breathing as I entered the cell and closed the door behind me. "Now we can talk a little more privately." The surprise on his face was worth everything, but not what I was here for, so I kept talking. "I want to join in."

It took a lot not to burst out laughing at the sight of him, but I held myself back. "You forget who you're talking to. Do you really believe you can lie to me?" He laughed briefly and began to look me over. "What are you really planning? Spy on me so I'll tell you my secret plan?" That was exactly what I had in mind.

"I mean it. I have to admit that I've toyed with the idea - after all, it would have some advantages for me - but all in all, I don't see the point in serving as an inferior when I'm in so many ways superior to them." I didn't know exactly what I was saying there, but it seemed to be working. Not right away, but I didn't expect that. Loki looked not convinced and partly perplexed.

"Why would you turn against your friends?" Now I actually laughed. "You call them friends?! Do you remember how we met? I was locked up and on drugs because my 'friends' used me as a test subject. I barely know the others, so let's just count them out. And Natasha... Natasha made my world fall apart, so why should I care about hers." None of those were really lies. SHIELD had fucked with me and I still hated my sister. However, I still had some sort of ethics. Something that Loki didn't really needed to know.

"What about Jill and Thor? You would betray them too." That was the main point. If I could convince him that I would give up Jill for this, I would have him right where I wanted. "The two lovebirds are more concerned with each other than with me. I'm third-wheeling without them even being in a relationship. Why should I care about people who haven't shown any interest in me at all in the last year? Not to mention that Odin treats me as a means to an end. I'm a weapon, nothing more. With you it was different... You saw the potential in me, trained me as if we were friends. And don't forget, that you were the one that took me off of this dirt ball. You showed me how much more there is out there... You changed my life."

Although I meant every one of those words, I reminded myself with every syllable that human lives were at stake. Anyone who survived this would have lost a loved one or been injured or gotten PTSD. I could relate to all of this and I refused to be responsible for making anyone else go through the same thing.

Loki studied me intensely, considering. Finally, he tilted his head a little and smiled sweetly. I wanted to slap him. "Is that love, Agent Romanoff?"

I almost flinched. Love?! Me him? I felt myself blushing like a stupid schoolgirl. I cleared my throat, forced myself to look at him. "Love is a luxury I can't afford." At least that's what I've been telling myself for six years.

Loki's smile widened. "You don't really believe that. You want to believe it, but even now you don't." Slowly he stepped closer until only a few centimeters separated us. He carefully reached for my hand, holding it almost gently in his. "You deserve more... I hope you know that."

I could hear my heartbeat. How did he become like this? I had no idea that he was capable of such... cuteness.

I had to get out of here, had to escape - No! I had to get information out of him. Focus!

Loki was an adopted child who always had to compete with his brother, never got the affection he wanted from his father and belonged to the race he had learned to fear from childhood.

I put a hand on his shoulder.

People - and this also applies to gods - always want what they can never have.

I leaned towards him carefully.

Loki wanted to feel loved and appreciated and wanted. So I had to give him exactly that to make him trust me.

My lips met the corner of his mouth, briefly brushing the soft, cool skin before I pulled back again.

"You're right. I... have feelings for you. Not just anger and frustration. And the last two years have been hell for me. At first, I was furious, I tried to hate you, but then I started mourning. I missed you." Although his features became softer and softer, I continued. I had him exactly where I wanted him. "I can't let them or Odin kill you or lock you up. I don't want to lose you again," I shrugged my shoulders, "Someone has to keep you alive." Fucking hell, that was cheesy! But he seemed to believe it after a brief hesitation. Or at least I believed that he believed me.

"I won't let us be separated again," he promised, stepping back to give me some space, "But you have to be patient. I have a plan they can't stop. But I still need your help. You have to find out what Thor and his friends are up to and how much they know." I nodded obediently. Once again I was reminded how much I hated being ordered around.

"How are you going to get out of here?" Now he was smiling again. His all too typical Loki-Smile. Just like always. "Like I said... I have a plan. And now you better go before anyone gets suspicious. Your five minutes are up." I nodded again and made my way out, flashing him one last smile before I left.

I had gotten what I wanted and now I had to put as much distance between myself and the god as possible.